The surrounding area was grim and uninhabited. People had been leaving town- going anywhere they could to escape the epidemic they were forced into facing. What seemed like a long shot, low budget horror movie yesterday, turned into everyones worst nightmare today.

The wind blew through the trees that lined the city street. The eerie-ness about it was unsettling as you walked the vacant sidewalk. Your whole life, you had been the shy girl who cowered in the face of danger. Who ran and hid instead of facing her fears. Well, now was as good a time as ever to face your fears. Not for anyone else, but for yourself in what you already deemed your last moments alive. It was time to stop hiding. Zombies were walking the earth, and though you weren’t sure how, you know that you weren’t going to go out without a fight.

You walked into an empty store, it was dark and clad in melted candle sticks and dark paintings. It must’ve been an old vintage shop and you felt it was fitting. You loved the darker style, but never had the confidence to rock any other clothing than what you found at Forever 21.

“Why not now,” you mutter to yourself, sliding out of your day old clothes and slipping into a {F/C} corset, tightening it as tight as it’ll go before coming across a pair of black hot pants.

“At least I’ll die hot,” you mutter again as you slip them on. You walk towards a shattered mirror and strike an awkward pose, laughing at yourself before pulling a veiled top hat from a shelf and putting it on. You found a pair of boots next, just your size.

“Ironic.”

You looked into the broken glass again, actually liking your appearance. It was weird, and dark. No one would even know it was you if they saw you. Even though no one was in town anymore, you felt like a badass, and that was enough for you.

“Why not now?” a voice asks from behind you, causing you to jump and dash behind a clothing rack. You pick up a stick that was used to reach hangers on a higher rack and look around the clothing, a threatening expression on your features.

“You’re gonna beat me to death with a stick, I’m so scared,” the man says, his voice low and raspy.

You move from behind the rack and out in the open, facing a man in a purple trench coat with no shirt underneath. He was pale, and his torso and face covered in tattoos. You’d never met, but you knew exactly who he was. Being the quiet girl, you had a few secrets. Dark and gritty as they were, like having a major crush on The Joker himself. You had already counted yourself dead, anyway. Why hold back now?

“Mister J!” You run up to him, embracing him with ease.

“I wasn’t aware we knew each other… I would’ve remembered that body..”

“Oh. We don’t. But I know who you are, and I’ve always wanted to do that.”

You nod before realizing what he just said. You move one leg in front of the other and slide your hand over it just slightly.

“Careful, J. Ya don’t wanna get burnt, do ya?”

“Ya know, you remind me of a girl I used to know..” he said, his voice almost longing for something.

You watch his face, he seemed almost distant for just a second.

“What are you doing out here all alone, looney tune?” he asks, a fire in his eyes.

“I’m getting ready to die, honestly.” You shrug, throwing the stick in your hand behind you as you head for the door. Making your way to the entrance, you feel a hand grab yours, immediately causing you to turn around. His eyes lock onto yours, and you can feel the tension between the two of you, in your head, you’re cutting it with a knife.

“So soon? We’ve only just met,” he says, his tone rising and falling as he speaks seductively, “I’d like to play with you..”

You catch your breath, holding it and stepping back in closer to him. Your face shifts into that of sensual pout. Cocking your head to the side, you lace your fingers with his and bring your free hand to his shoulder.

“You wanna play with me, baby?”

You get the chills at your own voice, having never heard a tone like that come from your mouth before. You weren’t exactly the seductive type, but in the face of death, you did want to do and try new things..

“Oh, I do, sweetheart.. I really, really do.”

A smirk graces your lips and you slip from his grip again, heading back towards the doors.

“Good things come to those who wait,” you say, teasing him with your ass as you sway your hips on the way out of the doors.

I got him right where I want him, you think, almost giddy as you turn to head for the street. For being a man so dominating and full of power, he sure melted like putty in your hands.

You turn the corner and let out a loud shriek as a group of undead corpses come out of nowhere. You back up, looking for a place they could have come from, and notice an alley way the leads to the other outlets from the outskirts of town.

You back up into someones clutches, screaming again at the top of your lungs in sheer terror.

“Fuck! Fuck you!” You scream, kicking at the bodies and throwing punches. You were aware this would be how it ended. You just weren’t sure how it would feel to be at the mercy of a bunch of dead cannibals.

You fall to the ground, feeling grimy hands tearing at your clothing and gripping into your skin. You can feel and see tears oddly clouding your vision as you do. I thought I was ready for this, to end on this note. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much… The pain from a small patch of your skin being clawed off of your body is unbearable as you writhe, screaming and crying at the top of your lungs into the pavement. You begin to feel the same pain in other places, causing you to wonder if you’ve been bitten into.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

You hear gunshots going off, and feel heavy blood, bug and disease covered bodies falling on top of you. The growling noises and screaming of the corpses filled your ears throughout the sound of bullets being fired. A sob leaves your lips as you give up, giving into the pain that was now causing your body to shut down.

Your last thought is praying that you didn’t wake up in the same deadly cannibalistic craze as the people who killed you.

Your eyes open and you find yourself laying on a table in the middle of a worn down manor. You immediately panic, sitting upright and falling off of it, grasping at the floor to try to get up and make an escape. Am I dead? Why don’t I have the craving for human flesh? All the information you learned from B-list movies and the Walking Dead come flooding into your head as you stand up and pat your skin down. You see a patch of flesh missing from your thigh and you break down, collapsing back onto the floor and letting out a loud cry every time you see another skinless patch.

“You!” Joker says, running in from a broken window, meeting you on the floor and automatically covering your mouth with his tattooed hand. He looks around as you scream into into it. You continue sobbing as you hold your own hand in front of your face, caked in your own blood from the wounds you’ve just touched on your own skin.

He turns you to face him, a sinister grin on his own lips as he sees the smile on his hand paired with your damp eyes.

“There’s that smile..” he says.

You tear his hand from your face and glare at him, speaking in a hushed, but still loud register between your softer sobs.

“Am I dead? What happened?”

“In case you didn’t realize, doll, we’ve got a little zombie situation. I’d like to make it out of this alive, if you don’t mind. Do you think you can handle being quiet, instead of sobbing away over what’s going to be a few bad scars?”

You blink at him a few times, and he grabs the back of your head, tangling his digits in your hair as he pulls back on it. He reaches for your hat on the table, grabbing it and placing it back on your head curtly.

“You.. You saved me..” You whisper before hesitating with your next response. “Yes, sir,” you say, looking into his eyes with admiration, now.

Day 1“I’ll see you later, Josh,” you called out before closing the door behind you and making your way to your car. It was a nice day here in Texas, and you hated how you had to spend it indoors at your crappy job where the bosses were ignorant and all your co workers were just plain old assholes. You always think that you’re not getting paid enough to deal with everybody as you get into your car in the mornings, but then you’re reminded that your job is paying Josh’s college bills as you watched him lock the front door behind him and walk to his own car.

You start your engine and, on instinct, glance at the gas dial. Huffing, you decided to go straight to work, that you’ll fill your car up after work or on your lunch break, and honked the horn to say one last goodbye to your little brother. You groaned when you pulled into the parking lot of your corporate job where you sit in a cubicle all day.

As you get out of your car, you start reminding yourself that this is the same exact thing you do everyday. There’s no difference in the days. Your days are just the same routine every single day and you start telling yourself that you have to do something different otherwise you’re going to eventually go insane. Yet, you keep finding yourself trudging forward… as you do every day.

“Hey, Y/N.” Liam, one of your most annoying co workers, smiled at you as you walked through the elevator doors. You rolled your eyes and continued forward, hating the fact that he somehow managed to grab the desk by the elevator. He quickly got out of his chair and walked alongside of you.

You can buy an anti-zombie cabin.
$113,000 gets you a bedroom, kitchen,
bathroom, garage, living room, TV, Xbox,
rooftop deck with barbed wire, and an
escape hatch. There are also extras like
solar panels, water cannons, search
lights, and flame throwers, but everyone
gets the same 10-year guarantee: if you
can prove a zombie made it past the
reinforcements, you get your $$ back. Source

Attention please! Due to a blockage on our track, we have stopped at East Daegu Station. We should either wait for the rescue team, or we’ll have to reach Busan in another train. As soon as I end this announcement, I will find a working train and put it on left most track. I repeat, left most track. If you’re alive, please transfer safely! Godspeed.